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Aemond rarely managed to relax. Ever since Rhaenyra arrived in the capital with her brood, he had been unable to find peace. The tension was at its peak. A hostage to his own pride, Aemond staged ostentatious fights every day, drank more wine in the evenings, and slept less. His nephews, for whom the sword fights were actually staged, appeared briefly among the spectators, and at such moments Aemond did not hide his victorious grin. He stared straight into Lucerys’ eyes without blinking, defiantly challenging him. He was much less interested in Jacaerys. Lucerys usually turned up his nose and turned away, taking his brother by the arm and disappearing into the crowd. Having grown up a true omega, he had no right to respond to the alpha's challenge. He was ordered to be meek and agreeable to society. Aemond was disappointed. Had the brave nephew, who as a child had taken away his eye with the fury of a beast, really become docile in the intervening years?
Sometimes looking for the right moment to talk or squabble, Aemond kept an eye on Lucerys, following him quietly and stealthily around the castle. That is how he learned that Lucerys was interested in music and sometimes sang himself, that he did not pray and spent a lot of time alone. Aemond even managed to peek in on Lucerys as he prepared for bed. He was slowly taking off his jewelry and brushing his long curls, looking longingly in the mirror, and then he fluffed up his pillows and lay down tiredly on them. Sometimes he was lying on his back reading a thick book, sometimes he was fiddling suspiciously, hiding under the blanket with his head. Aemond was not sure if he heard quiet moans of pleasure or fatigue. However, as if he had caught his nephew in an indecent act, he smiled maliciously, betraying his own sinful desire to enter the chambers. But instead of catching Lucerys off guard, he went to the baths. Only there he could relax and enjoy the silence at the late hour.
Night bathing, when the whole castle was asleep, became a habit. Sharing the peace with himself, Aemond thought, thought a lot, but every thought inevitably came back to Lucerys. They never once spoke privately, confining themselves to elaborate toasts at shared dinners, meaningful glances and intense tension between each other. From a cold and dreary winter, Lucerys had turned into a beautiful, mysterious, but alluring spring. And it made Aemond angry. He was inexorably drawn to Lucerys. The thirst for revenge that had driven him before faded. Aemond exhaled heavily, washing his face with water. The starry sky was visible through the windows of the bathhouse, but he tilted his head back and stared indifferently at the stone ceiling, tapping the side of the bath with the blade of his dagger. He had brought it with him for safety reasons—who knows which of his many enemies might decide to attack him?
The door creaked unexpectedly, and Aemond froze, hiding in the corner of the bath. It seemed that his fears were not in vain. He heard the soft footsteps of bare feet, and a silhouette appeared in the candlelight. Aemond narrowed his one eye. The person who entered the bathhouse did not look like an enemy at all; there was no haste or harshness in... Lucerys? Aemond's eye widened. He gripped the hilt of his dagger tightly, continuing to watch. Holding a candlestick in his hand, Lucerys approached the bench, not noticing Aemond. Judging by his lazy grace, he was completely unafraid.
Turning his back to Aemond and placing the candlestick on the table with wine and water, Lucerys took off his golden silk robe. Aemond swallowed, seeing his omega nephew in semi-transparent white lace for the first time. Dorn and other hot continents were famous for such undergarment, but who, for heaven's sake, had given it to Lucerys? Aemond, forgetting that he was hiding, struck the water with his fist. Lucerys reacted to the splash instantly, noticing first a bright blue sapphire in the dark corner, and then Aemond himself. He hastily covered himself with his removed robe, blushing with embarrassment. The feigned modesty amused Aemond. He approached the light and settled himself casually in the middle of the bath, not forgetting to show Lucerys the dagger in his right hand.
“Oh, did I scare you, nephew?” His thin lips stretched into a smirk, and his only living eye flashed maliciously.
“Uncle,” Lucerys exhaled. “What an unpleasant surprise.”
Aemond watched as the brown eyes slid from his face to his naked torso. Lucerys would probably have looked him up and down if the water, whitened by aromatic oils and sea salt, had not hidden the lower part of his body. As if awakening from a trance, Lucerys shook his head and turned toward the exit.
“Chicken out?” Aemond's voice, echoing off the stone walls, stopped him. “What a pity. However, it's not surprising at all.”
“I can come back later, since you beat me to it,” Lucerys replied, clenching his fists. It seemed that Aemond had hit the mark, striking his pride.
“If you don't want to be known as a bigger coward than you already are, undress and get in the damn water,” Aemond nodded to the spot opposite him, casually twirling the dagger in his hand. “After all, I'm tired of being alone.”
“Really?” Lucerys narrowed his eyes slyly. Finally. Aemond was beginning to recognize his nephew. “Aren't you exhausted after your duel with Cole? He almost beat you . It's not surprising, though.”
Vindictive. Aemond smirked approvingly. He appreciated Lucerys' wit, but he was too lazy to attack in return.
“You won't be able to pierce my armor. At least not now. I'm waiting, Lucerys.”
Lucerys stamped his feet and let go of the silk robe. The golden fabric fell to his feet. He was ready to be called anything but a coward. Aemond kept a close eye on him. He barely blinked as he watched Lucerys remove his jewelry and carefully place it on the robe. Earrings, a pearl necklace, a bracelet... He was clearly deliberately taking his time, deciding to undress in front of Aemond. Finally, he turned his back to him, removing the thin straps from his shoulders.
“Who gave you this undergarment?” Aemond almost bit his tongue, asking an inappropriate question.
“I bought it myself here when Jace and I were walking around town,” Lucerys looked at Aemond over his shoulder and sighed intently.
The lace peignoir also fell to his feet. He was left completely naked, covered only by his long curls. Aemond chuckled with satisfaction, his interested gaze falling on the dimple on his lower back, then on his rounded buttocks and slender legs. Lucerys was perfectly built—slightly muscular, yet soft. If Aemond had his way, he would squeeze his buttocks in his broad palms right now. Lucerys only turned to face him when he climbed into the bath. His freckled cheeks and plump lips flushed, but he tried not to give in to embarrassment and relax. He involuntarily focused his attention on Aemond's scar, but quickly distracted himself by looking at the window.
Aemond tucked a strand of loose hair behind his left ear and tilted his head to one side. He was amused by Lucerys' false shyness and struck by his quiet calm.
“Did you like my toast at dinner?” He asked.
“That was a long time ago,” Lucerys looked at him again. He smoothed his wet curls, covering his nipples with them.
“It was recent for me. Did you like it or not? Answer me.”
“Is this an interrogation?” Lucerys rolled his eyes indignantly. “I remember that you think I'm beautiful.”
“And Strong,” Aemond smirked haughtily.
“Of course.”
“But not strong enough to voluntarily repay your debt to me.”
“Uncle,” Lucerys paused for a moment, searching for the right words. “I was a child and barely remember that day, but I still offer you my sincere apologies. I'm sorry. We could have resolved the conflict differently, but the past cannot be changed. I'm truly sorry.”
“Just like that? Here, in the bath?” Aemond asked, squinting suspiciously.
“Where else? We are open with each other,” Lucerys took a sponge to wash himself. He no longer seemed to feel threatened, even though Aemond had no intention of letting go of the dagger.
“Really? Does nudity promote your honesty?”
“Doesn't it promote yours? Don't you feel just as vulnerable as I do?”
“Not at all. After all, who has the dagger in their hand?” Aemond snorted.
“You're too suspicious. You've set your trap and are waiting like a spider. If it weren't for me, you'd have no one to prey on.”
“Oh, come on. What kind of victim are you? I know what you're capable of.”
“If I hadn't come here, what would you have done?” Lucerys tried not to look at Aemond, gently wiping his shoulder with a sponge.
“Probably dulled the blade on the rocks, imagining you were in front of me,” Aemond laughed softly.
His ostentatious bloodlust did not impress Lucerys.
“How flattering, uncle. Are you capable of thinking about anything other than me?”
“Don't you dare accuse me of being obsessed,” Aemond raised his voice, demanding Lucerys' attention.
“I'm not accusing you, I'm stating a fact. Calm down” Lucerys lowered his hands into the water, stirring it. “If you want to continue this conversation, let's change the subject. I'm tired of squabbles.”
“Really? You and only you are the reason for them,” Aemond snorted.
“Then it's my turn to ask questions,” Lucerys smiled slyly. Aemond tensed. “Why are you following me? Yes, Aemond, I know. You're easy to spot, even in the dark. Maybe you were peeking into my chambers, mm?”
“Maybe. So what?” Aemond did not lose his composure. “I'm curious about what my whore-sister's bastard is up to.”
“Are you curious if I'm fucking someone within the castle walls? Well, as you can see, I am true to my honor. What else?”
“You're still acting suspicious... Hmm,” Aemond pretended to think. “Probably to avoid debauchery, you pleasure yourself?”
“And you, judging by your tension, don't even know how to do that.”
Aemond involuntarily recalled how he had tirelessly jerked off in his chambers for several days in a row, imagining moaning Lucerys. Damn. His body responded with a tremor. The desired omega, the subject of his spicy fantasies and insomnia, was nearby. Why the hell was Aemond playing games with him, wasting precious time? Lucerys had not left and was not even thinking of keeping quiet. Maybe he would agree to...
“Show me,” the word preceded the unfinished thought.
“What?” Lucerys raised his right eyebrow.
“What you're doing to yourself under the covers,” beads of sweat rolled down Aemond's temples, and blood rushed to his groin.
“Aemond, first of all, we're in a castle where we could be caught at any moment. Second, what are you trying to achieve?” Lucerys also felt aroused. Why deny it? Aemond was a very handsome alpha. Lucerys had long been attracted to his strangeness, explosive temper, stubbornness, strength, and courage too. He playfully bit his lower lip. “Go on, I'm waiting for your honesty, in case it turns me on and clouds my mind.”
“You like walking on thin ice, don't you, nephew? Playing dirty?” Aemond did not hesitate. He approached Lucerys and grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to throw his head back. Lucerys looked defiant and even smirked. He gasped when the cold blade of the dagger pressed against his cheek. “I could cut out your eye, leaving you with a scar as deep as mine…”
“But?” Lucerys, like Aemond, stood up in the water. Their faces were level, their bodies too close together.
“What will remain in this ugly, hideous world if all beauty is destroyed?”
“You've succeeded,” Lucerys breathed sensually into his lips, covering his groin with his palm. He closed his fingers around Aemond's hardening cock, feeling the tremor of his anticipation, and smiled with satisfaction. “Yes... I knew you wanted me. All your ostentatious hostility is just an attempt to hide your lust. Or... Something more?”
“Stop it,” Aemond's pupil dilated. He gave himself away even sooner than Lucerys had expected.
“Let go of that damn dagger, we don't need it anymore.”
“No…” Aemond shook his head, almost giving in to temptation.
“Yes,” Lucerys touched his hand and pried his fingers open, taking the dagger. It fell with a clang onto the stone surface.
Lucerys placed his palm on Aemond's healthy cheek and, feeling him loosen his grip on his hair, reached for his lips. Aemond was breathing heavily, looking at him with the gaze of a wild beast. Lucerys slowly ran his fingers around his cock, kissing him chastely in an attempt to restrain him. The sensations were new. Aemond squeezed his buttocks, as he had wanted to do moments earlier, and groaned. Lucerys smiled blissfully at his lips.
“Damn bastard,” Aemond whispered, finally surrendering to his desire.
Unable to restrain himself, he was the first to initiate a passionate kiss. He slid his tongue between his lips, pulling him closer. Lucerys moaned briefly, responding to the kiss. Only now did Aemond realize how hungry he was for Lucerys, how much he actually wanted him. They kissed unrestrainedly, chaotically, biting and licking each other's lips, sometimes bumping foreheads. Their patience had always been false, and the tension had its limits. Having gained his nephew's attention and finding himself in the depths of his own fantasies, Aemond did not know what to do. He wanted to fuck Lucerys mercilessly, but the bathhouse did not seem like a suitable place for burning passion. On the other hand, the walls here were strong, and the traces of sinful crime could be washed away immediately.
“Wait,” Lucerys stopped him, breathing heavily.
“What?” Aemond clicked his tongue, looking meaningfully at his hard cock, which Lucerys was still caressing with his hand.
“Have you changed your mind about watching?”
Aemond shrugged irritably, tensing his muscles. Lucerys' eyes were filled with delight. Aemond had not been torturing himself with training for nothing.
“Yes. I'll do it myself.”
“Then…” Lucerys hurriedly glanced around. “We'd better get out of the water.”
Seven hells. Aemond sighed, letting go of Lucerys. They could not find a better or brighter place than by the window. There were towels on the shelves next to it. Lucerys spread them out hastily and turned to Aemond, finally looking him over from head to toe with fascination. He was taller, broader-shouldered, stronger, and bigger than him. He could have shielded him from the whole world if he wanted to.
Aemond let Lucerys enjoy the moment, shuddering at the unfamiliar tender touch. In the light of the fire and the moon, he was pale, while Lucerys, slightly tanned, glowed like the sun. Aemond scolded himself for the romantic associations, feeling the warmth on his skin. Lucerys stroked his loose hair, ran his hands from his shoulders to his chest and stomach, admiring him.
“You are extraordinary,” he whispered. “You're the one I imagined, fondling myself under the covers, uncle. That's our secret.”
Aemond smirked. Why were they, both educated and already adults, so stupid? The only thing he feared now was disappointing Lucerys. He knew the theory, fantasized a lot, but... Fuck it. Aemond decided not to think about anything but Lucerys. Fortunately, it was easy to do.
“Lie down, I'm not going to take it anymore.”
“I like your dominance,” Lucerys said, the corners of his lips curving into a soft smile.
He lay back on the towels and bent his legs at the knees, in no hurry to spread them. Good. Lucerys remembered that Aemond wanted to do everything himself. Dark wet curls spread out on white towels, desire danced tirelessly in his brown eyes, and his reddened lips parted in sensual sighs. Lucerys was mystically beautiful and endlessly tempting.
“How does it feel to submit to me?” Aemond smirked wryly, kneeling down. He spread Lucerys' legs, gazing at his aroused pussy. Yes, this was what he had dreamed of — to be between the thighs of Lucerys lying before him.
“You can ask yourself the same question,” Lucerys licked his lips, arching his back invitingly. Without words, he begged Aemond for caresses, exhausted with desire. “Do you like it?”
“It's just as I imagined. Even better,” Aemond did not parry the unambiguous hint and touched his pussy. Lucerys responded with a long moan. Aemond gently rubbed his clit with his thumb and ran two fingers between the delicate folds, collecting the slick that had appeared. He repeated the actions. “Do you like it?”
“Yes, keep going, make me even wetter,” Lucerys closed his eyes from the pleasant sensations, relaxing.
“Shameless omega,” Aemond smirked contentedly. “Is that how you touched your little cunt?”
He was getting used to the frankness and was enjoying it. He slid his fingers into Lucerys' tight hole and slowly pulled them out, admiring the threads of slick stretching out, again and again. He liked how Lucerys reacted, stroking his own chest and moaning. He was unbelievably wet and warm inside. Aemond groaned himself, feeling his cock fill with blood again.
“I touched myself in different ways, Aemond.”
“But I know what you certainly couldn't afford.”
Aemond settled between Lucerys' legs and, without stopping stroking his pussy, covered the inside of his thighs with kisses. He acted unpredictably even to himself, following his desire.
“What?” Lucerys sighed sweetly.
Aemond smiled mysteriously, looking at him. Enough games. He dug his fingers into his thighs and licked his pussy, gathering the slick with his tongue. Lucerys trembled with anticipation. Tasting him again and again, Aemond finally buried his head between his legs. He was insatiable, licking his flushed pussy. Teasing his clit with the tip of his tongue, kissing and sucking, Aemond pleasured Lucerys with undisguised joy. He stopped thinking, only feeling, subtly sensing how good Lucerys felt.
“Gods, Aemond, don't stop,” Lucerys ran his fingers through his silver hair, moving his hips toward his tongue and lips.
Aemond heard only his ragged breathing and frequent moans, carried away by the caress. He did not care that each of them was equally sinful. The Seven had long ago condemned them to insanity.
“You and your little cunt belong only to me,” he whispered possessively, rubbing the tip of his nose against Lucerys' clit. He glanced at him only once, reading bliss on his face.
Lucerys could not find anything to say in response. He had no strength left to agree or disagree. Everything would come later. He threw his legs on Aemond's shoulders, trapping him. Even if he tried to strangle him, Aemond would not stop.
“I feel like I'm going to…” Lucerys moaned loudly and arched his back. “Gods!”
Aemond wanted to cry out ‘Gods!’ too, but he was too busy sliding his tongue inside Lucerys. His muscles contracted, and his hole tightened. Aemond could not wait to enter him with his cock. Realizing that Lucerys was already on the verge, he caressed his clit, holding him firmly in place. Lucerys whimpered, rolling his eyes in pleasure, and came, shuddering. Aemond came with him. His cock rubbed incessantly against the soft towels and his stomach. Damn it. He should have been embarrassed, but instead of it, he smiled.
“Come to me,” Lucerys pulled Aemond by the hair as soon as he came to his senses.
Aemond hissed but obeyed. He lay on top of Lucerys, barely managing to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. However, Lucerys did not seem to care about his own taste as he kissed Aemond, tangling his fingers in his hair. Passion was reborn in them. Aemond eagerly responded to the kiss, rubbing his hips against Lucerys'. It was warm in the bathhouse, and outside, the wind driven in from the sea rattled the windows. They could have gotten dressed and walked to Aemond's chambers through the secret corridors, but here, within the stone walls, amid the scents of floral oils and wax, they had found their temporary shelter, and they were in no hurry to leave it.
“Did you hear what I said to you?” Aemond kissed Lucerys’ neck. The naughty whim to leave a bite on the tender skin was compulsive, and Aemond did not resist it. Lucerys hissed softly, feeling a stinging tingle.
“That me and my cunt are yours? I hear and remember everything you say to me, uncle.”
“I will behead anyone who dares to touch you,” Aemond looked at Lucerys. His eye turned black, and the sapphire sparkled in the light. He was serious, and the steel in his voice was dangerous.
“I know. If they try to marry you off to someone, know that I will stab your betrothed in the eye with my dagger,” Lucerys did not lie. Aemond smirked contentedly and kissed him. They sealed their cruel promises.
Lucerys suddenly leaned forward and rolled over, ending up on top of Aemond. He pressed his palms against his chest, sitting on his cock.
Aemond groaned, feeling the wet warmth.
“What are you trying to prove to me, Luke?”
“I want to know what it's like to possess you,” Lucerys moved his hips, rubbing his pussy against his cock.
“I should be the one fucking you,” Aemond tried to lift himself up on his elbows, but Lucerys insistently pushed him back down, laughing softly.
“I'll let you fuck me as soon as I satisfy my own desire. Lie down,” Lucerys leaned toward him, tickling his chest with his curls. He moaned sweetly when the head of his cock touched his clit. “You can be yourself with me.”
“As if you know who I really am?” Aemond placed his palms on Lucerys' hips and squeezed his buttocks.
Of course, he liked lying under Lucerys, feeling him with every cell of his skin and seeing him in front of him. Lucerys mesmerized him, delighted him, and inspired him. Right now, Aemond was capable of anything for him—murder, burning cities, betrayal. Perhaps it had always been that way.
“I know. Deep inside, you want to be under my control,” Lucerys bit his lower lip sensually. He was ready to take Aemond inside him.
“Deep inside? Hmm…” Aemond chuckled, grabbing him by the hips. He rubbed his cock against his pussy.
Lucerys gasped, letting him in.
“It hurts,” he closed his eyes and cried out. The deeper Aemond penetrated him, the more painful it was. “It feels like you're tearing me apart.”
“You'll get used to it,” Aemond exhaled intently, trying not to thrust into him too rough. “Gods, you feel so fucking good.”
He saw virgin blood on his cock and barely suppressed a triumphant smirk. He probably had every right to consider that Lucerys had paid his bloody debt.
Lucerys bit his lips to keep from whimpering in shame. Aemond waited patiently, gently stroking his clit with his thumb. Lucerys felt his hard cock throbbing inside him and became aroused again. He focused on his sensations, letting go of the pain, and began to move, releasing Aemond’s cock and lowering himself onto it. They moaned in unison. The movements quickened. Aemond picked him up under his hips again, thrusting into him. They stared intently at each other, searching for their rhythm.
The bathhouse filled with sensual sighs and their voices.
“Now I know what it feels like…” Lucerys whispered.
Pleasure overwhelmed Aemond, but he tried to keep his wits about him, allowing Lucerys to enjoy the moment.
“I want to fuck you again and again,” he said heatedly.
Lucerys laughed briefly, throwing his head back. Aemond could admit defeat. He was at Lucerys' mercy, completely dependent on him.
“I'm not surprised at all.”
“And I will fuck you whenever I want.”
“Yes, uncle,” Lucerys sped up. Now Aemond's cock slid easily inside him. It was wet between their bodies. “Yes…”
Aemond was powerless and vulnerable. Lucerys had penetrated his mind, gotten under his skin and into his heart. Unable to bear it, Aemond sat up and pulled him closer. They moved toward each other, kissing hungrily. Lucerys wrapped his arms around his neck, melting into his strong embrace. He gasped in surprise when Aemond laid him on his back, hovering above him and thrusting deep into him. Their foreheads touched. Lucerys dug his nails into his shoulders, releasing loud moans. Aemond fucked him obsessively.
Lucerys realized that he was not joking—none of his words were horny delusion. He licked Aemond's lips and kissed him, muffling the moans. He was not joking either.
“I have an idea,” Aemond smiled slyly before sliding out of him.
“An idea? Now?” Lucerys sighed, losing the pleasure and the warmth he had grown accustomed to.
Aemond stood up and offered him his hand. They kissed again, moving closer to the window.
Aemond pressed Lucerys against the glass, then turned him to face it. The bathhouse was on the upper floors, and Lucerys could see the sleeping capital spread out beneath his feet. But he was more excited about the vague reflection of himself and Aemond on the transparent surface. He pressed his palms against the window as Aemond entered him, holding him under the chest with one hand. The lewd picture, framed by moonlight, was mesmerizing, the height made Lucerys head spin, and the sensations he had lost for a moment returned. Aemond fucked and caressed him at the same time, stroking his pussy.
“Next time it will be a mirror.” He promised.
“Oh, Aemond…” Lucerys trembled in his arms.
“It turns me on when you call me by name, Lucerys.”
The glass was fogged up from Lucerys' breath, but he could still see the capital and the reflection. They moved in sync again to the rhythm of unquenchable passion. Aemond thrust into Lucerys more and more often, kissing and biting his neck. How many marks did he leave on him without thinking about the consequences?
“Say my name again.”
“Lucerys. Lucerys... My Lucerys.”
Lucerys felt he was about to climax. He tightened on Aemond's cock, gasping for breath as the pleasure washed over him. Aemond groaned along with him, fucking him so hard that the window shook. He ran his hand over Lucerys' chest to his neck, but did not close his fingers around it. Lucerys threw his head back and rolled his eyes as he came. Aemond smiled contentedly, slowing his movements. A couple of deep thrusts were enough for him. Lucerys trembled in his arms, his eyes blissfully closed. His pleasure was long and intense, just like the first time. Aemond rubbed his nose against his freckled cheek and exhaled. He was satisfied and... Happy?
“I can feel your seed spreading inside me. Maybe I should drink a moon tea?” Lucerys smiled, opening his eyes. In an instant, he was back in the real world. Aemond wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close. “Aemond?”
“On my orders, it will be brought to you secretly. Hmm…”
“What?”
“I can make it myself if I read the recipe in the book.”
“No way,” Lucerys shook his head. “Let the maester make it.”
“Anyway, the maester can't make tea every time we fuck,” Aemond snorted. “You have to trust me.”
“You're incorrigible, uncle... Our relationship has just begun. It's progress, don't you think? It's a pity we didn't open up to each other sooner,” Lucerys turned in Aemond's embrace to face him and placed his palms on his pale cheeks. “Thank you for giving me this pleasure. It was intense.”
The corners of Aemond's lips twitched. No one had ever thanked him before. Warmth rippled in the brown eyes opposite him. Lucerys was satisfied and... Happy too?
“Shall we meet here tomorrow, or in my chambers?”
“You choose, after all, I am a guest in the Red Keep.”
“It's temporary,” Aemond assured him. “Your status as a guest.”
Lucerys laughed. Aemond blinked in surprise.
“I might think you're about to kneel before my mother, the rightful heir to the throne.”
“Not before her, but before you. I repeat, you are mine, Lucerys. And that is not up for discussion,” Aemond was serious and determined. “Today we will keep our secret in the baths, and tomorrow…”
“Shh, don't waste precious time.” Lucerys put his finger to his lips. “Kiss me.”
Aemond willingly obeyed.